Another week, another cheap sensation, splashed across the stand
Those familiar colors, poison in my hand
Flipping through the pages, a sickness starts to rise
See my fractured image, reflected in their lies.
A carefully chosen photo, a headline sharp and cold
A story spun to break me, a narrative they've sold.

The whispers from the past return, the ones I tried to fight
"You're not enough, you're never right, just disappear from sight."
That old familiar hunger, for a control I crave
To shrink into the shadows, from the judgment that they gave.

This unflattering light they shine, on every single flaw
They print it for the world to see, against all human law!
My body is a battleground, a cage I can't escape
And every glossy insult, seals my fate in bitter shape.
This hunger's not for food, you see, it's for a moment's peace
From the voices in the mirror, begging for release!

"Dramatic weight gain," "idol downfall," is that what they perceive?
Don't they see the struggle, the silent way I grieve?
They talk of "letting go," of "unhealthy, hidden stress,"
But they're the ones who feed the beast, with every cruel caress
Of camera flash and judgment, a public, slow decay,
Another Friday's poison, to steal my strength away.

The whispers from the past return, the ones I tried to fight
"You're not enough, you're never right, just disappear from sight."
That old familiar hunger, for a control I crave
To shrink into the shadows, from the judgment that they gave.

This unflattering light they shine, on every single flaw
They print it for the world to see, against all human law!
My body is a battleground, a cage I can't escape
And every glossy insult, seals my fate in bitter shape.
This hunger's not for food, you see, it's for a moment's peace
From the voices in the mirror, begging for release!

I stand before the mirror, see a stranger staring back
The idol they created, starting now to crack...
Two pills to chase the emptiness, a promise sweet and low...
Just a little longer... then I'll finally let go...
Of this relentless pressure... this need to be so thin...
But the darkness pulls me deeper... where do I begin... to heal?

Friday's light is fading... just want to disappear...
Into the quiet darkness... away from every fear...
So cold... so empty...

The Voices In The Mirror

Hypno Army is a dance music production project started in 1997. Multi genre in nature focusing on American and European Top 40 and Asia region Pop remixes.  

Hypno Army's main projects include, Shonen Neko Takaya, Trapnest, Subhuman Forum Dweller, *K-Drama* , Pinku No Maho, Swing Viper, and Amanacer.

Working with such quality labels as American Electronic Records and QuickHearts.

The Voices In The Mirror

HypnoArmy